Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 09:59:12 -0500
From: Stuart James
Subject: Secret Soldiers
When his last relationship had broken up, Gerry had
decided to leave England and go and work abroad. It
was not that the break up had been particularly
difficult. It hadn't. The relationship had lasted over
a year, which was a long time for Gerry. It was rare
for any one guy to hold his attention for more than a
couple of months. Going abroad just seemed a good
idea. With his computer skills he could work almost
anywhere. He took a six-month contract in France and
had then had a couple of short contracts in Germany
and the Netherlands. Of the three nationalities he
found that Dutch guys generally shared his views on
sex. They enjoyed doing it, but did not make a big
deal of it. So he had accepted a new contract in
Leeuwarden in the north of the country.
It was a strange contract. His initial interview had
taken place at his apartment. A prim looking woman,
probably in her thirties, but looking much older
because of the way she dressed, had arrived with an
attractive young man in his twenties. She did most of
the questioning, none of which was testing his skills.
She seemed mainly interested in his background and his
political views. As the interview went on it became
clear that they wanted someone for a government
project that was obviously surrounded in some secrecy.
He wondered whether it might be a military project as
the guy had an army look about him, even though
wearing a suit. Gerry had worked in England on 'secret
government projects', all of which only needed to be
secret to hide the incompetent way in which they were
run. He doubted that Dutch government projects would
be much different. But it did no harm answering the
woman's questions, and it gave him a chance to have a
good look at the guy. He even let him take his
photograph for 'their security checks'. One had to be
looking straight ahead, one in profile and one at
three-quarter angle. He kept getting his face in the
wrong place as he enjoyed having the guy adjust the
position with his big hands.
He doubted that he wanted the job, until he saw the
rate they offered him. He was good at what he did and
so was always well paid. They were offering him nearly
twice his normal rate, and as the work would be at a
somewhat remote location, they would even provide
accommodation free of charge. So he accepted. While he
was a naturally gregarious person, he would not mind
some time away from the big cities with their
distractions. He thought of it as being like going
into retreat in a monastery for a few months to
recharge his sexual batteries. The government had
arranged to have his belongings - such as they were -
moved to his new place, although he was still not
exactly sure where that was. He was told he would be
met at the station at Leeuwarden if he let them know
which train he would arrive on.
On his last free weekend, and before going into
retreat, he decided to go to Amsterdam for what he
always thought of as a 'slut' weekend. He would cruise
the bars and darkrooms from late afternoon until early
morning and do almost anything with almost anyone that
caught his attention. The weekend had been fun,
although slightly spoiled by the fact that one guy he
picked up walked off with his backpack that held his
change of clothes. He also took some cash that he must
have picked from his pocket when his trousers were
around his ankles and the guy was chewing his cock.
Gerry laughed to himself as he thought that they must
have a better class of thief in the Netherlands. He
had taken all the cash from his pocket, but had left
his passport and credit cards.
So carrying nothing he went to Centraal station to get
the early morning train to Leeuwarden. There were few
people on the platform waiting for the train. By the
time he walked down the platform to the last carriage
he was alone and got the carriage to himself. He sat
down by the door with his feet up, pretending to
sleep. He heard the door open and hoped that whoever
it was would go as far away as possible. He was tired
after the weekend.
The train lurched forward and it hit him like a cold
shower. Literally. His shirt and his jeans where
covered in some brown liquid that from the smell could
only be coffee. He was soaked to the skin. The cup was
in the hands of someone in Dutch soldiers' uniform,
with his arms through the loops of a large holdall
that was on his back. It only seemed to be a small
cup, but he was drenched. It did not occur to Gerry to
wonder what the man was doing with a cup of stone cold
coffee.
In all the films the culprit gets out a handkerchief
or something and ineffectually tries to mop up the
liquid. This guy did not. He just laughed. He said
something in Dutch, and when Gerry looked puzzled he
said in English "I am sorry, but the look on your face
was very funny. Have you got any other clothes with
you? You cannot wear those".
Gerry looked at the guy. He was dressed in green army
camouflage trousers carefully arranged over black
combat boots, a green army T-shirt and camouflage
jacket. His maroon beret was in a pocket on his left
leg. Gerry was not particularly interested in uniforms
of any of the other 'styles' gay men often went after.
But he had to admit that the Dutch army uniform must
have been designed for sex appeal. It was simple and
well cut and showed a man off in the right way. The
English equivalent did absolutely nothing for the
wearer, and knowing the British, that was probably
deliberate. He laughed to himself as he thought of
some British general having a seizure when it was
suggested to him that they get a sexy new uniform so
that they could attract randy young men into the
forces. But then maybe it was not the uniform. Perhaps
he just found Dutch guys sexier.
Gerry having been soaked by a cup of cold coffee, but
being British just said "Oh don't worry, it does not
matter." Of course it did matter, he was going to be
picked up at the station at Leuwaarden for a new job,
in filthy clothes. Having to wear jeans after his bag
was stolen was bad enough, but filthy ones would not
be an impressive start. The guy said that he had just
picked up a new uniform and he could wear that while
his clothes dried. He opened up his bag and got out
cammo trousers, a green T-shirt, olive green
underpants and thick olive green socks. He placed them
in a pile on the seat opposite Gerry. As he got a pair
of boots from his bag he said, "You might as well have
the full set." They were all obviously new. He said,
"I am just going for a piss while you change." Perhaps
he thought all English were funny about being seen
with their clothes off and was making it easier for
him. Gerry would not have cared. But he was grateful
for the gesture.
When the guy came back, Gerry had got everything on
apart from the boots. He was trying to decide how to
thread the laces through the first few holes. The guy
picked a boot up and threaded it for him. He did the
other one while Gerry pulled the first boot on his
foot. The guy showed him how to tie them in military
fashion with the laces going right round the top of
the boot once before being tied at the front. There
was a drawstring around the bottom of the trousers
that Gerry had just left flapping. The guy lifted his
leg up and tied the string and arranged the trousers
over his boot in the same manner as his own. He said,
"You can't let the Dutch army down."
When he was dressed to the soldier's satisfaction, the
guy sat down opposite him. Gerry looked at him. He had
a bigger build than Gerry, and Gerry was surprised
that the mans change of clothes had fitted him so
well. Perhaps army gear was of the 'one size fits all'
type. The guy put his foot on the seat in the space
between Gerry's knees. Gerry looked down at it
somewhat surprised. The guy said, "You don't mind do
you?" Gerry said he didn't, and the guy seemed to take
this as an invitation to put his other boot on the
seat alongside, and touching, Gerry's right knee. He
sat there with his legs apart and knees up, and Gerry
got a perfect view of a good shaped bulge in the guy's
trousers. Gerry wondered if this was a 'come on'.
Gerry didn't mind if it was. The soldier was a little
older than the age range Gerry normally went for,
although he always paid more attention to the tingle
in his crotch than mere statistics when choosing a
guy. Maybe it was simply because this could be the
last time before his 'retreat', but the soldier
certainly caused a tingle. The soldier said his name
was Dirk, and they shook hands.
The train had been going for about a quarter of an
hour when Dirk asked Gerry what the time was. Gerry
looked at his watch and said, "Just gone 5 o'clock."
The guy took his feet down and leant across and took
Gerry's arm. "Is that a Seiko?" he said moving closer
to Gerry. In one fluid movement he snapped a handcuff
over Gerry's wrist and snapped the other end to the
seat. Gerry started to shout. Dirk said loudly, "Shut
that fucking noise or I will break your fucking neck."
Gerry stopped in mid shriek. It might have been the
noise, but the train conductor came into the carriage.
Dirk talked to the conductor in Dutch for some
moments. He seemed perfectly relaxed. The conductor
kept glancing at Gerry and the handcuff, and then the
conductor nodded and left. Dirk explained their
conversation. "I told him you were wanted by the
British army authorities in Germany as a suspected IRA
terrorist. I told him you were in army uniform as your
clothes were being forensically tested. He wanted to
know why only one person was taking you back and why
by train. I told him that you were so dangerous that
it was felt to be the safest way as your colleagues
would not think you would be moved by train. I have
asked him to lock the carriage doors so that no one
else will be put at any possible risk. He agreed. He
actually seemed pleased that there should be such a
conspiracy on his train." Gerry said, "You can't be
serious. No one would believe that." Dirk replied
"With a little guy like him, in a little job like his,
the big lie always works."
Dirk sat back and replaced his boots. He got out a
packet of Van Nelle tobacco and started rolling a
cigarette. His predicament had only just began to dawn
on Gerry and he said, with obvious tension in his
voice "What are you going to do with me? Are you going
to kill me?" Dirk finished rolling the cigarette and
lit it. He gave it to Gerry who automatically took it,
and started rolling another. "No I am not going to
kill you. If you don't believe me, just think about
it. The conductor saw us both, and if you are found
floating in a canal or with a knife in your back, they
would soon find me." What he said was logical. Gerry
relaxed very slightly and said, "Then what are you
going to do with me?" Dirk lit the second cigarette
and drew on it. He looked Gerry in the eye and said
quietly "I am going to rape you." Gerry looked rather
startled and said "Why?" Dirk smiled and said "Because
you look rather cute and maybe that is how I get my
kicks."
They smoked in silence for a moment and then Gerry
said "But what is then to stop me telling the Police?
You are going to kill me." Dirk replied "Lets say you
do tell the Police, and let's say they believe you and
lets say they can find the conductor, and that the
conductor tells them what he actually saw. And he
might conveniently forget as it would make him look
pretty foolish and might get him into trouble with the
Train Company. If they then find me, who do you think
they will believe if I tell them you wanted it?"
Gerry, knowing that the Police would soon found out he
was gay, realised that it would be a waste of time
going to the Police. At best he could only cause the
guy some embarrassment.
Gerry wondered whether he should tell the guy that he
was perfectly willing to have sex with him. He had got
a hard on from the view of his crotch and from the way
his boot kept touching his leg. He did find him
attractive, even though he was not his normal type.
But the guy obviously wanted to rape him. Perhaps it
was how he got his kicks. And well Gerry had never
been raped before. So he said nothing. Dirk sat
watching Gerry as he smoked his cigarette.
Dirk moved his boot up and placed it over Gerry's
crotch and pressed down. "I may not be going to kill
you, but I will hurt you badly if you cause me too
much trouble." He added, "I am going to undo the
handcuff and cuff your hands behind your back. You
have to decide whether in the short time your hands
are free you can overpower me. If you can you may get
away. If you can't I will have your nuts." Dirk
finished his cigarette and ground it out under his
boot. He got up and undid the handcuff from the seat,
all the time watching Gerry. Gerry made it easy for
him to secure his hands behind his back. He had no
illusions as to who would win any fight.
Dirk turned Gerry round. Moments later he could feel
Dirk's semi-erect Penis placed in one of his hands
that were cuffed behind his back. Dirk said, "Do not
get any stupid ideas. Just feel what is going inside
you." Gerry felt it with his fingers, drawing the
uncut foreskin back and feeling the head. It was not a
huge cock, but not one to be ashamed to own. Dirk
moaned and sighed as Gerry fingered him. The cock
became very stiff. Gerry managed to cup his balls in
one hand while he massaged the cock. After a
particularly loud groan, Dirk pulled his cock away. He
turned Gerry back to face him and said, "No, the only
place my spunk is going is up yours arse. But a good
try to make me come in your hand." They both sat down
again although it was difficult for Gerry with his
hands fastened.
Dirk did not put his cock away. He rolled another
cigarette and lit it. Gerry could see that the guy
must have been getting close to ejaculating. His cock
was quite moist and almost dripping onto the seat
between his legs. Dirk noticed it and stood up. He
instructed Gerry to lick the excess off. Gerry thought
a small rebellion here might help show how far Dirk
was prepared to go without putting himself at too much
risk. Gerry said, "Fuck off. Lick it yourself." Dirk
grabbed Gerry around his windpipe with one hand and
cut off his breathing. He then pulled his head to the
waiting cock. Gerry opened his mouth and accepted the
cock in it. Dirk said, "Don't let go, keep licking
it." But he released the pressure on Gerry's throat.
Gerry kept sucking and Dirk's cock came back to a
throbbing rage.
Dirk instructed Gerry to let go. He held the cigarette
to Gerry's lips, and let him take a drag. When the
cigarette joined the earlier one on the floor, Gerry
was told to get up, and Dirk undid his trousers and
pulled them and his pants down to his knees. He turned
Gerry round and told him to bend over and brace his
head against the back of the seat he had been sitting
on. Gerry could see very little from that position. He
could see Dirk's boots on the floor move alongside his
own, and then he felt the pain as Dirk entered him.
Gerry had assumed that Dirk would use a lubricant and
probably a condom. He used neither, but entered using
only the little precum and the saliva that remained on
his dick as a lubricant. Gerry did not like the
sensation. He was no stranger to fucking or being
fucked. He enjoyed it both ways. But there was no fun
in this. It was just painful.
But Dirk, ignoring Gerry's protests, just pushed his
dick home. Dirk said in Gerry's ear "You were holding
back on me. With an elastic arse like that, you must
have done this before. His hand went round to feel
Gerry's cock. The pain meant that the erection that
had seemed to be coming had quickly disappeared. It
did not get bigger as Dirk played with it. Dirk
withdrew his cock. Gerry turned round hoping that it
was over.
Dirk said, "I want you to enjoy this as well." He went
to his holdall and got out a gas mask, that was
probably part of his issued equipment. He then got out
a little bottle that Gerry recognised from the
slightly sickly smell to be Poppers. He took the top
off. He tipped some of the liquid onto a small piece
of cotton wool and put that inside the mask. Gerry
tried to resist as Dirk put the gas mask over his
head, and made it tight with the straps. The smell of
Poppers was quite overpowering although he could smell
the strong odour of rubber from the mask as well. He
could see little enough through the eyepieces, and as
the mask was over his ears, all sound was muffled,
apart from his own breathing which was amplified in
the confined space.
The poppers were having their effect and he felt not
entirely steady as Gerry turned him round and bent him
over. The cock entered him again, and the hands felt
for and found Gerry's now rock hard cock. Poppers and
joints both gave Gerry an erection. Well pleased Dirk
began to fuck Gerry. The pain was still there but it
seemed to be at a distance from Gerry, which made it
more bearable. The woozy sense of detachment was
another effect that Poppers always had on him.
Afterwards he could not really remember how long
everything took. There was the pain as Dirk moved in
and out up his arse. There was the pressure in his
head. There was a wonderful feeling as Dirk massaged
his cock. Dirk shot his load. Gerry could feel the
throbbing inside him, and as Dirk went rigid he
squeezed Gerry's cock quite viscously.
When Dirk's breathing had calmed, he continued to
massage Gerry's cock, leaving his own safely inside
the dark hole. Gerry came in long hard spurts. Gerry
rarely used Poppers as they made his erections so hard
and his ejaculations more intense. He did not want to
become dependent on chemicals for his thrills.
Dirk removed his cock and the rape was over.
He removed the gas mask from Gerry who took long
breaths to try to clear his lungs and his head. He
must have been swaying a little as Dirk gently sat him
down in the seat Dirk had previously occupied. Like
the good solider, he cleaned up the mess from the seat
with a towel he got from his bag. He then wiped his
cock carefully, before pulling up his pants and
trousers. He turned his attention to Gerry and stood
him up again. He first wiped his dick, being quite
rough with the cock head, which made Gerry squirm. He
was sensitive there. Finally he wiped his arse before
dressing him again properly. They both sat down and
looked at each other as Dirk rolled yet another
cigarette.
Between the puffs that Dirk gave him, he asked, "What
happens now. Will you release me? People know that I
am on this train and I am to be met. Dirk laughed and
said, "You were met in Amsterdam. I paid the guy who
stole your bag, which, incidentally, I am keeping
safely for you. I kicked the shit out of the little
creep when I found out he had stolen your money. I
only wanted to get your change of clothes away from
you. I have your money for you as well." Gerry looked
confused. Dirk said, "I thought you computer people
were meant to be logical. Did it not strike you as odd
that I tipped cold coffee over you? I did not want to
scald you and anyway cold liquid feels far worse than
hot. Did you not find it strange that I have clothes
that fit you? My boots are over 2 sizes bigger than
yours. This, you may say, is your initiation into your
new contract. I am your new boss."
Gerry said, "Why did you go to so much trouble to get
my clothes away from me and get me dressed up like
this?" Dirk said, "You will be the only civilian
working at an army base full of Dutch soldiers. It
will be easier for everyone if you dress the same as
everyone else, and do what everyone else does. You
will be part of the team. You will live with them, eat
with them, train with them and play with them. The
team does everything together. It leads to an
efficient operation, where everyone supports everyone
else. All your own stuff is in store. You will not
need any of it until the contract is over. We will
provide you with everything you will need."
Gerry said, "What is to stop me telling the others
what you have done to me here?" Dirk smiled and
replied "Do tell them. You can compare experiences
with the rest of the team. This one was particularly
good, so it will increase my reputation. I have had
all of them at least once, and most of them were raped
the first time, just like you were. I pick my people
carefully. They are not all queers, if that is what
you are wondering. Most would be horrified if anyone
suggested they were. But I have created a close team
and they take having sex together just the same as
eating together. It is part of the team spirit.
Creating that close team spirit means that I have an
excellent record for delivering what is needed. So my
superiors give me a freer hand than many a commander.
If they know anything of what goes on, they do not
care. The job gets done well and nobody has
complained. I promise you, Guys really hate leaving
the team and going somewhere else. Some of them cry
like babies"
Dirk clearly felt he had to explain some more. "You
get any group of guys living closely together and soon
enough some sex always happens. Perhaps it is just
wanking together or messing around in the showers. I
just push it a bit further. Most are not very bright -
or they wouldn't join the army - so they are easy to
manipulate. You are intelligent and can probably
understand what I mean. And so long as you can take
any sense of shame out of what they do, they find they
really enjoy it. We train guys like these to be tough.
They like to fight and play roughhouse. All I have
added is sex. I believe the English expression is 'the
icing on the cake'. When they get weekend passes they
tend to go in groups and shag every woman they can.
They even pay for it. And when they get back they
often realise that a shag with a tough mate can be at
least as much fun as a shag with a pliant woman. Some
guys don't like being shafted, so they make damn sure
that they are the ones doing the shafting. Like any
group of animals, a hierarchy develops. You will have
to find your place in that hierarchy, although I think
in all senses you will be at the bottom. But that is
up to you. As long as you play your full part in the
team, I do not mind if you become top dog. Just don't
challenge me. I brought you in because I need your
skills. It is a small risk for me, but my superiors
gave me no choice. I would not have brought a civilian
in if I could possibly have avoided it. But I picked
someone who was not Dutch and who does not speak the
language. I also carefully picked a gay who is quite
happy to shag a whole bar in a single evening. I have
minimised my risk by picking someone who I thought
would fit in. But if you don't fit in you will be able
to cause few problems, as no one would believe you
even if you had a chance to tell them. If you
don't......" Dirk let the comment trail off and lit
another cigarette. "But please do not get any ideas
about trying to cause me trouble with the team or with
anyone else. You will soon learn that the team
idolises me. I look after them. Look, I do not want to
threaten you, but accidents do happen on army bases.
Someone, particularly someone who does not have the
proper training, could easily have an accident. What I
want is to get the job done, and for you go away and
get on with your life when your part is finished in a
few months. Until then make the best you can of it.
You may even enjoy it."
Gerry considered what had been said. He had often
wondered if some guys were gay, especially those into
the heavier scenes like leather and S&M, because they
found women too soft. Gerry knew what to do with a
man, because he knew what he liked having done to him.
With a woman, he would not have had a clue. How could
he feel and understand what goes on in a woman's body?
But maybe he was just rationalising the desires he did
not choose and could do nothing about. He said "OK I
will play your game as I do not want to have an
accident. And you are right. It could be fun. Take the
cuffs off. I will not cause any bother."
Dirk said "Are you stupid or do you think I am stupid?
With the handcuffs off, you might easily be able to
get away on a busy station. If you are serious in what
you say about co-operating, just play the captured
prisoner for everyone to see." Gerry laughed inwardly.
He had actually meant that he would cause no trouble.
He had not even thought of trying to escape. Gerry
said "I actually meant what I said, but I take your
point. As you are so sure of yourself, I would however
suggest that we make the whole thing ore interesting -
more of a challenge if you like for us both.." He
continued without waiting for an answer. "If I manage
to escape from your base for more than 24 hours, you
will release me from the contract. If that happens I
will never tell the army authorities or the Police
anything. I am aware that accidents can happen off
military bases as well as on them. I will not even
tell my friends. Most would not believe me, and the
rest would be queuing up outside your gates trying to
get in."
Dirk looked long at Gerry. Finally he said "On one
condition. You really try your hardest to follow the
rules. You must agree to follow my informal rules as
well as following army protocol such as calling the
other officers and me 'Sir'. The team will show you
what to do and what you need to know." Gerry agreed.
Having got the agreement he wanted, Dirk said "You
cannot escape you know. We are doing secret work.
Security is our business. It is very tight, and I will
make it even tighter around you."
Before the train pulled into the station, Dirk
uncuffed Gerry long enough for him to put on a
camouflage jacket. Then he put the handcuffs back on,
and zipped up his bag, which he put on his back. When
the train stopped he led Gerry out of the train. Gerry
kept his eyes to the floor rather than meet those of
the curious onlookers. He looked the model prisoner.
Dirk led him out of the station and over to a military
truck. The driver and two soldiers came to attention
and saluted as their commander came up. He handed the
driver his bag, and told the other two to look after
their 'new recruit'. The driver and Dirk got into the
front while Gerry was hustled into the back.
The cab was open to the truck so Gerry could hear the
driver say something in Dutch. Dirk said, "Lets try to
speak in English when he is around." The driver said
"Sorry sir. I said did he give you any trouble." "A
little" Dirk replied. "When I told him the conditions
that he would be working under he said he did not want
the job and tried to get off the train. We had, shall
we say, a slight argument during which he managed to
get my coffee over him. A sharp punch in stomach
persuaded him to be more reasonable. But it is a good
job I actually took the clothes for him. I left his
old ones on the train. Some people were about to get
on at one stop, so I handcuffed him in case he got any
further ideas. I explained to them that he was a
deserter who had let all his comrades down. No one
would have minded if I then had to keep him in line
with my fist. So no, he gave me no real trouble."
Gerry was fascinated by the sheer fluency and
plausibility of the lies. Yes he could easily
manipulate his 'team'. "I don't think he will be any
trouble now. At least no trouble that you cannot deal
with. Just one thing, he said he would escape at the
first chance. So it would be best if he were left
alone as little as possible." Dirk looked straight
into Gerry's eyes. "Especially at night."
During the drive back, Gerry's handcuffs ere removed.
They drove for over an hour out of Leeuwarden and
through a number of small towns before they arrived at
the base. It had a wire fence around it with razor
wire in rows on the top, and signs in lots of
languages telling people to keep out. It was
surrounded on two sides by the trees of a wood. It
seemed rather strange that you needed to put up signs
to tell people that the razor wire was designed to
keep them out. Let alone in many languages. The razor
wire would also help to keep Gerry in. The base did
not seem large, but Gerry could see seven or eight
buildings inside the wire. They stopped at the
entrance barrier, and the truck was thoroughly checked
by a young solider. They drove further in.
By this time it was gone 8 o'clock. They stopped
outside one building that looked very much like the
rest. They got out. No one pushed or prodded Gerry. He
jumped to the ground when his turn came. They went
inside and the smell of food made it clear that this
was a canteen. There were about 20 guys inside,
sitting around a couple of large tables eating. They
were all dressed in shorts and T-shirts or vests and
muddy trainers. It was clear that they had been
involved in some sort of physical exercise. Some were
still sweating and had towels around their necks. As
their commander walked in ahead of the group, the
noise stopped, but Dirk indicated for them to carry
on.
Dirk led the party to the long hatch that separated
the kitchen from the mess hall. He picked up a tray,
and started helping himself to food. Gerry and the
others followed his lead. Gerry cut off a couple of
large chunks of bread off a French stick, and put some
slices of ham and cheese onto his plate. He poured
some coffee from a big coffee jug into a mug, picked
up a knife and followed Dirk to another large table.
The others who had met him at the station joined them.
Little was said while they ate.
When they had finished, Dirk got up. This prompted
silence from everyone else. He looked at the faces
around the room for a very long time before starting
to speak. Gerry recalled at school being told that
Hitler used to do that to cement his hold over his
audience at the mass rallies. "I want to introduce to
you Gerry Turner who will be joining us with our work.
He is English and speaks no Dutch, so please help him.
He is not a solider but he has skills that will be
invaluable to us. To make it easier for us, he has
said that he is happy to live as we do and not have
any special quarters or privileges. Most people with
his talents would have insisted on staying in a luxury
hotel in town. But his background means that he knows
how vital teamwork is to successfully completing
difficult projects. I told him that, of course, he did
not need to dress in uniform or to take part in
training. But he insisted. I hope you are as impressed
with his attitude as I am, and will make him a welcome
member of our team."
As Dirk sat down, the men in the room banged the table
loudly with their hands or their mugs. Gerry was
astounded to hear yet another version of what he had
said and felt delivered as if it were the gospel
truth. No doubt those who had been given the first
version believed that Dirk was simply making it easier
for Gerry by not telling everybody else that Gerry was
an unwilling recruit. Their admiration for their
chief's man management skills would grow some more.
Gerry half rose to acknowledge the applause.
He decided to speak. If Dirk could lie, so could he.
"I have come here most unwillingly" he began. He
paused and surveyed the slightly puzzled faces looking
at him. He felt the solider next to him put his hand
over his balls and squeeze very gently. His hold on
Gerry was hidden by the table. "I was unwilling
because I doubt that I can live up to the high praise
your Captain gave me." The hand on his balls relaxed
its grip a little. "But I am looking forward to
working on this important project with you." He still
had no real idea what the project was. "I want you to
accept me as a true comrade, so I am looking forward
to fully joining in everything with you." Gerry could
not believe that people would believe such tosh, but
it was clear from the faces around him that they did.
"I know that in the short time I am here " - Gerry
looked at Dirk on the word 'short' - "that I cannot
hope to compete with you in the smartness and
discipline you all display. It is a tribute to your
Captain." No one seemed to see the irony in his
comments about the group of sweaty men sitting around
the canteen. "But with your help I will try not to let
him or you down." The table thumping was resumed and
the hand moved away. Gerry smiled at Dirk. One fluent
liar to another. More iimportantly, Gerry had scored
one point against Dirk. And he knew that Dirk knew it.
A solider dressed in his regulation uniform, who had
walked into the canteen during Dirk's little speech,
came over to the table. Dirk said "This is my second
in command who is in day to day charge of the project.
It is time for you to start work." Gerry left with him
and went to a building nearby.
When they were sat down in a small office full of
computer monitors and other hardware, the solider said
to him "My name is lieutenant Brood. You can call me
Paul when we are alone. But at other times please
address me as 'Sir'." He paused for a moment and
looked at Gerry. "Did he rape you?." Gerry nodded.
"Where?" Gerry, who had true feeling for the English
sense of humour, wanted to say 'up the arse' but said
instead "on the train." Paul exhaled in a whistle. "On
the train? He gets more and more outrageous. One day
he will go too far and will end up in a military
prison. You know after he raped me, I hoped that he
would get caught. I am not so sure now. If he ends up
in prison, he will soon become top dog, and enjoy the
whole thing. Do you mind that he raped you?" Gerry
decided to be honest. It might mean he gained one
friend here. "I am gay, so the idea of being raped did
not frighten me too much. In fact when he told me he
was going to, it seemed quite exciting. But the way he
did it just hurt. Yet it is not even the pain that I
mind. It is his arrogance. He seems to think that he
can say and do whatever he likes to anyone." Paul
said, "I would not advise you to try to get back at
him. People who do always lose out. Your little speech
in the canteen clearly upset him. You should have seen
his face. He will want retribution for that. Many
times over. And the troops will do whatever he says."
Paul poured them both a cup of coffee. "Tell me, what
do you know about our project?" Gerry told him
"Practically nothing. It involves computers and I
supposedly have the skills needed. The rest is a
blank."
"OK" Paul began. "Warfare is about communication. It
is now and it always has been. If Napoleon had known
where Blucher really was at Waterloo, the world might
all be speaking French now instead of English. The
main difference between then and now is that
communication must be very fast if no instant. Clever
software has been written to do all sorts of things to
try to make that possible. But the people who design
it seem to think that everyone involved in the chain
of communication will be sitting quietly in some
office behind a screen and keyboard. That is an
exaggeration but you know what I mean. Much robust and
portable hardware has been designed. But, in reality,
particularly in the army, the weakest communications
are between a commander and a small group of ordinary
soldiers. And the guy at the front line who needs to
understand the orders and pass back relevant
information is often some not very bright farm boy
from Frieseland. He can't work his video machine
effectively let alone a computer. The really vital
link we are working on is between farm boy's hand and
his hardware. Our job is to make the systems easy for
the farm boy to work. The systems can be as complex as
you like the other end. There can be well-trained
specialists there. But our farm boy, who may be
frightened and under fire, must have as little as
possible to do, and for it to be as difficult as
possible for him to be able to foul up the system. If
we can do that, then in return for our software, the
Dutch army can more easily get its hands on other
country's goodies, perhaps even the Americans. They
have their farm boys as well you know."
Gerry had once had a contract terminated on the spot
for telling an Internet Company manager that his site
would never be used as it tried to be too clever. He
remembered saying "Your designers are on an ego trip
to come up with something cleverer then anybody else.
But simple people will not use it. It won't work for
them." He had quiet satisfaction when the firm ceased
trading. He knew a great deal about designing the
front end of systems that people liked to use. And
when they liked to use it, they used it and used it
well. He realised now why he had got the job.
But he wondered whether the military was something in
a different league. He said, "Surely the Americans
have designed all this for their space projects." Paul
replied "Not really. They faced some of the same
problems, but the guys up in space were intelligent
and highly trained. If we can come up with something
really effective, we will be far ahead of anyone
else." He pointed to a hand drawn cartoon on the wall
of a solider with a box in his hand with two buttons
on it. One marked ''Ja'' and the other 'Nee'. From
the soldiers face it was clear he did not know which
one he should press.
Gerry was excited by the problem. "Who else is on the
team?" Paul replied "The main software and hardware
designers are down in Utrecht. We have secure links to
them. Our job is solely concerned with turning the
information they want to send into something easy for
the solider to use and to reply to. We design our end,
and then we use the troops here to test it. We then
refine it and so on. If we could come up with a box
with one button, we will have succeeded." Gerry knew
he was joking. "Why all the elaborate secrecy?" Paul
said "When you have a secret it is quite easy to keep
it from your enemies. But your friends are different."
Gerry wondered whether the British were included in
the 'friends' they wanted to keep their work secret
from. Paul explained that apart from the two of them,
there were four others to help with the software and
two more who could make almost any electronic box or
gadget.
Gerry familiarised himself with what the project had
done so far, mainly by talking to the team members.
Most of the documentation was in Dutch, which must
really have helped make the project secure! At
lunchtime, he and Paul went to the canteen. They were
the only two in there. Paul said most of the others he
had seen that morning were out testing a new mobile
phone with digital display that they had created.
Those on guard duty and so on ate in shifts.
Paul said, "Has the Captain told you what you can
expect here?" Gerry said "not really." Paul said,
"They are really a great bunch of men. The best I have
ever worked with. Which might say something in favour
of the Captains unorthodox methods. But they will be
testing you the whole time. They will want to be sure
you are really part of the team. And they will be
tying to find out where you fit in. You will be raped
again, maybe often. Theree are always some bullies and
some of the men find it the only way to show their
superiority. The captain encourages them. He will
enjoy watching what happens to you, particularly after
the episode in the canteen this morning. That is why
he has put you in the position you are. He likes to
see how people react to situations he forces them
into. And then he likes to manipulate them."
They worked through the afternoon until about 6. Two
big blond haired soldiers arrived. They looked like
the arch typical farm boys that he was designing for.
Paul said, "This is your escort back to the barracks.
See you tomorrow." While the two did not actually
march Gerry away, they stayed close either side. Like
good dogs they had been told to fetch and so they
fetched.
When he entered the building they took him by the
arms. They quickly stripped him, actually cutting off
his T-shirt and underwear with knives. They took him
into a white tiled washing area. There were about 20
guys standing there waiting for him. All naked. Heavy
manacles were attached over his wrists with about 2
feet of chain in between. They weighed his arms down.
Similar manacles were put around his ankles. He was
pushed to the ground. He looked up at the bodies
around him. All had good muscles. They had trained
hard. Some were really heavily muscled. They were
mainly tall. He liked that about the Dutch. They were
a tall race. They all had short hair or shaved heads.
His cock started to rise. You never found a bunch like
this in a sauna or a darkroom. He was beginning to
enjoy this.
They stood around him in a circle, all holding their
cocks, most of which were hard. At the signal from a
guy on his left, who he later found out was the
corporal, they all started jacking off. He looked at
the different ways they held their cocks. Some also
played with their balls. Two guys had such big cocks,
they could do it two handed. It was fascinating to
watch, and Gerry would have liked a chance to take
some of them in his mouth. Within a minute a guy in
front of him shot his load. He aimed his spunk at
Gerry and hit him well on the chest. It was clear that
that was what they were all going to do. One by one
the spunk hit him. One guy, who had already shot
offered to help another who was rubbing his dick very
quickly. He said "let me do what that tart did" and he
got on the floor and started licking the guys balls
from between his legs. He gave a moan and added more
white fluid to Gerry's body. By the time they had all
shot, Gerry was well covered. There was some on his
face, chest, back, legs - everywhere. But Gerry never
flinched or tried to duck the shots. The last one to
shoot was subject to a great deal of derision and
flushed badly.
Gerry did nothing to remove the spunk. He had a
feeling that he was expected to sit there and take
this. When the troop had finished, someone picked up a
stopwatch and said he had two minutes to come. If he
did they would wash him off. Otherwise he would have
to lick the spunk off his own body. The thought of
that made Gerry shudder. He grabbed his hard cock and
massaged it, which made his manacles rattle. The whole
scene had excited him, and his cock was throbbing
before he started. He concentrated his attention on
what must have been the biggest dick in the room that
was now at half-mast. He needed to concentrate on
something as the guys were taunting him and trying to
put him off. He beat the two-minute deadline, but only
just.
The guys cheered. They all moved in a little closer
and started pissing on him. This was what they had
meant by washing him down. He sat there as the warm
fingers of piss hit him. Gerry had never been into the
'heavy' scenes but his cock would not go down. He
wondered if it was being accepted by all this
masculinity that he liked. "What the hell" he thought
"just enjoy it." When they were all finished. The
corporal said "I think you should thank you to us for
getting the spunk off you." Gerry started to say thank
you, but was stopped. "No say thank you individually."
It became clear that he was to thank each cock in
turn. He went round the circle on his knees, taking
each cock in his mouth in turn. He tried to take the
length of each cock in his mouth until his lips
reached the owners body. He nearly gagged on the big
ones, as they were so large, but swallowing cock was
not completely new to him. He really did swallow the
guy with the biggest cock, but that was pure pleasure.
The guy said "wow that felt good. You must do it again
when it is hard."
He only now noticed that all the guys had shaved their
pubic hair, whereas he left his long like the hair on
his head. When he had completed the circle, they half
carried him to the communal showers, still manacled.
They all helped to wash him and to wash each other. No
one washed himself or his own cock. While still in the
water stream, a guy came near him carrying an old-
fashioned cut-throat razor. Two others grabbed his
arms and the guy got down on his knees and took hold
of Gerry's cock. For a moment Gerry held his breath.
He was petrified. But all the soldier did was shave
away his pubic hair. "The captain says it is more
hygienic." Gerry did not mind. If he were stuck here,
he would do what was necessary to be accepted as a
full part of the group. It would be easier for him
that way, and might help provide an opportunity for
him to escape. When he had finished, the guy closed
the razor. Gerry said "What about this" pointing to
his head. He was pushed to the ground, and the guys
cheered and counted each stroke as his hair came off.
Gerry thought that a bit of hair was small price to
pay for acceptance if that then gave him an
opportunity to wipe the smug smile off the captains
face.
While still on the ground he noticed that some guys
had a tattoo on their right buttock. Some of them had
tattoos anyway, but the one on the right buttock was
the same on each guy that had one. It was a colourful
copy of the unit badge about 4 inches in diameter with
the Dutch red white and blue tricolour and an orange
flag above it. One guy saw him looking and said, "You
have to earn this. It took me over a year before the
captain agreed that I could have one." He was clearly
very proud of his badge. Gerry had to admire Dirk. He
really had got the team lock stock cock and barrel.
They all got out of the shower and, at last, the
manacles were removed. Everyone dried themselves and
got dressed. He had to get help in getting his cammo
trousers and boots right. They went off to the canteen
to eat. Gerry sat at one of the big tables with his
meal. He had problems getting any food into his mouth
as everyone wanted to talk to him and ask him
questions. They clearly were accepting him. There was
what Gerry thought of as a boy at the table that he
had noticed earlier in the circle. He thought 'boy' as
he could only be about 17 or 18. He had a good body
although it was still developing. He said very little,
but listened intently to everything that anyone said,
and laughed at everyone's jokes, even the unfunny
ones. Gerry smiled at him and he smiled back, before
embarrassment made the boy look away.
After they had cleared the meal away a number stayed
at the table to play cards. The boy did not play, but
kept getting everyone fresh bottles of beer when their
last one was empty. They played poker. Gerry joined
in. With his mathematical mind, he played well and won
a little, although others played much better. The
rules explained to him meant that large sums could not
be bet. But some hands caused great excitement when
two or more players felt they had unbeatable hands.
The first time it happened, there was perhaps only 25
Guilders in the pot when it got down to two players.
One said, "A shag says my hand is better." The other
said "OK if I win I shag you, and if you win you shag
me." With that he showed his cards and promptly lost.
Gerry was not sure when the bet would be paid. Another
time a player said, "You are bluffing. If you have the
third queen I will suck your cock." "And swallow my
spunk?" came the reply. "And swallow your spunk." The
guy had not been bluffing.
At 10 they all headed off for bed many, including
Gerry, a little drunk. Gerry did not know where he was
to sleep. He was shown to a small room with two single
beds in. There was no one else in there, although he
learned that all of the troops were paired up for
mutual support.
While he was undressing, a solider everyone called
'Fritz' came in. I am first on the rotor to guard
you," he said. He began to strip and was soon laying
naked on one of the beds fingering his cock. Gerry
finished stripping and did the same. Fritz (it
transpired that his father was German and the nickname
was the full extent of someone's imagination) was one
of the guys with one of the bigger cocks. "Piet said
it was good when you swallowed his cock. Can you do
mine?" Gerry got off the bed and onto his knees. Fritz
got off the bed and pushed his cock to Gerry's waiting
mouth. It was not hard. Gerry took it to the back of
his throat and swallowed the head. Fritz moaned a
little and Gerry could feel the cock swelling in his
throat. Fritz face fucked Gerry for some minutes until
Gerry drew away. Fritz said, "I wanted to come in
there." Gerry said "not tonight. I am tired. I need
some sleep." He got into bed.
Fritz got in the single bed with him. He clearly
intended to guard him closely. In the dark, Gerry
found the other guys mouth and started to kiss him.
Fritz did not respond to the probing tongue at first.
"Perhaps these guys don't kiss", thought Gerry. But
then Fritz began to take an active part. They went to
sleep with their bodies entangled. Gerry was under no
illusion that there was any passion in their embrace.
But there was no embarrassment. They were comrades
together in a single bed.
Gerry heard Fritz get up in the night for a piss.
Gerry felt his own cock. He felt randy as he often did
in the night. When Fritz came back, Gerry said, "You
still want that blow job?" Fritz got hold of his dick
as if in answer. Gerry took the large and now hard
cock in his mouth. He massaged it with his tongue and
with his teeth. Fritz squirmed around in pleasure.
Gerry knew that Fritz was about to shoot when Fritz
took hold of his head and tried to push the cock
further in. Gerry obliged by swallowing the cock.
Fritz soon shot down Gerry's throat.
He removed his cock. Fritz said, "Did you enjoy that?"
He seemed a little cold and Gerry remembered what Dirk
had said about 'taking away the guilt'. He replied
"Did you enjoy it? That's more important. If you
didn't I am sorry." Fritz replied "Of course I liked
it. Never been sucked like that by a guy before. When
I tell the other guys, they will all want to try."
They got back into bed.
They were woken at 6. They were all going for a run
through the woods. Gerry was given the appropriate
clothes, including a pair of very tight shorts. They
got dressed and set out. Gerry was not unfit but he
had problems keeping going. Some guys gave him
encouragement and some were just abusive. He told one
guy who was massively built but all of it muscle to
'fuck off'. But they stayed together and ran as a
group. It was the group time that mattered not any
individual performance. It also helped to ensure that
Gerry did not try to escape.
In sight of the camp they stopped running. The big guy
came up and grabbed him. He pinned him against a tree.
"I don't like being told to fuck off. And definitely
not by someone who made our time the worst we have
done." As he said this, he grabbed Gerry by the balls.
Gerry tried to break free, but had little effect. The
guy pulled Gerry's shorts down and turned him round.
He was to be raped again. There was to be no prelude.
Gerry felt the hard cock enter him. He might have been
a big guy, but his cock was not so big. The guy
grunted each time he thrust his cock inwards. Gerry
did not resist, but felt no excitement. He just let
the guy shag him. He had had some like that in the
darkrooms. After he shot his load, he pulled away. As
a final demonstration of power, Gerry was made to lick
his cock clean. He was one of Dirk's bullies. They
headed back into the base.
The two of them went straight to breakfast to join the
others. People looked up when they entered but no one
said anything, although they all must have known what
had happened. Everyone then went to the showers. Gerry
wondered if he would be manacled again. He was not.
Last night had been a one-off. In the showers, the
guys paired up with their roommates and helped each
other wash. Gerry joined up with Fritz and what he
guessed must be his usual roommate. Some of the guys
got hard dicks, and played with them or with their
partners. However, only one pair seemed to be serious
about it. He then realised that one of them was the
one that had lost the bet last night and was getting
ready to swallow spunk and dick. The others watched
and cheered him on. After he had swallowed the spunk
he let go of the other guy's dick and raised his hands
like a champion boxer. Gerry wondered how many of the
guys actually enjoyed these games, or were they just
doing what they thought was expected. The guys clearly
liked each other, and being part of the team was all
they knew or, he supposed, wanted.
Gerry dressed in his army gear and went to work. He
became quite fascinated by the project, although he
felt that the current direction the team was taking
was a blind alley. They were trying to simplify
everything in the wrong way. Gerry wrote a small
program to show his thinking and demonstrated it for
Paul. He explained to Paul that he thought that it was
not the complexity of the data that needed to be
simplified, but the quantity given in any one time. He
said "Look if we break the information down into small
pieces and then get 'farm boy' to respond to each and
every piece he would not be overwhelmed. It might
almost become a game to them with a reward each time."
His example dealt with breakfast. The display came up
"Are you hungry, press Yes or No." "Would you like a
hot meal press Yes or No." "Would you like eggs and
bacon, press yes or no." And so it went on. It was a
simple example, but Paul seemed impressed. They and
two of the other four worked on army examples for the
rest of the day, and the idea seemed to have
potential.
When he returned to the barracks, he found some of the
guys naked in the washroom area. He stripped and
joined them. Some did a bit of mock wrestling as they
waited for everyone to arrive. Then it was jack off
time again. This proved to be a daily ritual, although
done differently on different days. Today they had to
see who could shoot furthest up the tiled wall. The
one who shot lowest was made to lie on the floor in
front of the wall, and everyone pissed the spunk down
onto him. Then it was off to the showers. The guy who
had been against the wall was held by two others while
one by one three other guys fucked him. Punishment was
clearly a large part of the team spirit. He was lucky,
soap was used as a lubricant. But by the third one he
was obviously getting sore and pleaded for no more.
Another guy shoved his cock in his mouth and told him
to suck on that. He must have bitten the guys cock, as
it was pulled out quickly and they began to wrestle.
Everyone watched, many fingering their cocks. The guy
who bit the cock ended up pinning the other on the
floor of the shower, and began to jack off in his
face. The guy had lost the fight so accepted the
punishment with a big grin on his face.
That night another soldier, who spoke poor English was
Gerry's guard. It became clear that he expected to
shag Gerry. He had a nice body and beautiful eyes. But
he did not want to kiss, which Gerry liked to do. It
was all rather mechanical, although at least he used
some grease to oil the mechanism. When he had shot
inside Gerry, he turned over and Gerry realised that
it was his 'turn'. Although not particularly excited
by the prospect, he did 'his duty'. They slept in
separate beds.
The days went by. The work progressed well. But Gerry
was always looking for an opportunity to escape. It
was not really that he wanted to go. He was enjoying
his time 'in the army'. But he did not like the idea
of not being able to beat Dirk at his own game.
The games in the showers continued, which Gerry
enjoyed once he had felt he could make the first move
in messing around with the ones he particularly
fancied. He fucked one or two, and was in great demand
for cock sucking. Fritz had obviously put the word
out. While he was never left entirely alone, they
seemed to watch him less. He was being accepted, and
that he liked. He began to understand the warm feeling
of comradeship when accepted by a large group of men.
He had never experienced it before. But then as a gay
man he had never really sought it out. He had never
imagined that the army could be so much fun. He had a
different guy in his room every night, and overall he
had a good time. He taught some of the more willing
guy's tricks that were new to them. His own body felt
better from the training he did with the troop. But
although his performance was improving he still held
the team back on their daily runs.
He did not see Dirk to talk to very often. When he
did, Dirk usually began the conversation with "Still
here?" or "Not gone yet?" Wiping that smile off
Dirk's face became more and more important to Gerry.
He began to carefully observe everything around him to
see whether he could devise a plan to escape.
One Saturday night in the canteen, Dirk stood up after
everyone had eaten. He announced the names of two of
the soldiers he had decided to promote to be first
class members of the team. There was great cheering.
Two guys, who looked really pleased by the captain's
announcement, were descended on by the rest of the
troop and were quickly naked. They were chained, arse
upwards over a table. Beers were handed round. Gerry
realised that 'being promoted' meant that they were to
get their badge tattoos. Gerry had never actually seen
a tattoo being done. He was fascinated as the outline
was stencilled on to their right buttocks. And then
the pattern inked in. They took about an hour each.
The chained guys were fed beer while the work was
being done.
When they were finished, everyone looked at them. This
also seemed to be an excuse for people to touch and
rub them and generally make the two squirm. The final
part of the ceremony was for anyone who wanted to, to
line up and shag them. The ones Gerry had found were
bullies lined up. Soldiers who seemed reluctant were
taunted by the bullies and some joined the queues just
to stop the taunts. Gerry did not join either queue,
although he was subject to the same abuse. He might be
the only gay man present, but he saw no fun in
shagging in such a way. The act would be quite cold.
When the queues were exhausted, the guys were
unchained although made to remain naked for the rest
of the festivities. Gerry did not drink much, although
nearly everyone else seemed to be getting drunk. He
wondered whether that would give him a chance to
escape. It didn't. Some were not that drunk. They went
back to the barracks. The boy, who he had not seen
drinking, came in. He said, "I have been told to stay
here tonight." He seemed embarrassed. They stripped
and sat on the beds opposite each other. Gerry had
bought some beers back with him. He had a vague notion
about getting his 'guard' into a drunken sleep. He
gave a beer to the boy. He knew he would not try to
escape on his watch. The troop would make his life
hell if he did. Dirk would not have had such qualms.
But then Gerry only wanted to get at Dirk. He did not
want to be like him.
The boy, whose name was Jan, looked at Gerry and said
that he had been told to shag him. "Do you want to?"
said Gerry. He did not normally go for 'boys', but he
was very attracted to this one. He had a body between
man and boy and its shape was very appealing to him.
"Not really" replied Jan. "Then lets not" said Gerry.
The boy looked at him. "Will you tell them in the
morning that I didn't......" Gerry did not answer the
question. "Have you ever fucked a guy before?" The boy
looked at bit miserable and said no but added, "I have
been fucked, so I know how to do it." Gerry realised
that while what he had said was technically accurate,
the reality was probably a lie. Gerry felt sorry for
the boy. "Would you like me to teach you? If you don't
do it, you know the guys will make it tough for you."
Jan said "I want to fuck like everyone else, but I am
scared I will get it wrong. They tell me that I do
everything wrong."
Gerry went and sat next to Jan and put his arm round
him. "Let me show you what I like to do. If you don't
like anything I do, just say and we will do something
else. We can stop as soon as you say." The boy kept
looking at his feet. Gerry started playing with Jan's
nipple with the hand that was round his shoulder. He
started delicately playing with his stomach with the
other hand. His hand moved to Jan's crotch. Jan's
breathing increased. "Just do what I am doing" Gerry
said quietly in his ear. Jan started exploring Gerry's
body with his hands. He was a little clumsy, but it
felt good to Gerry. Gerry groaned as Jan's hand
reached his cock. Jan looked directly at him to see if
everything was alright, and Gerry took the opportunity
to kiss Jan. They kissed lightly and then deeply, and
rolled onto the bed. Gerry wondered if it was the
first kiss Jan had ever had with a man. Indeed he
wondered if it were the first proper kiss he had ever
had. They explored each other with their hands and
mouths. Jan's touch got better as his confidence
increased.
Gerry could feel that Jan's cock was getting very wet.
He broke from a kiss and said quietly "Do you want to
fuck me now?" Jan said he did and tried to move away.
He obviously expected Gerry to bend over for him as he
had been made to bend over by the others. Gerry said
"Kneel between my knees." Jan did and Gerry sat up so
that he could lubricate his solid cock with some
grease. Jan moaned at the touch, but did not try to
stop him. Gerry then put his legs over the boy's
shoulders. He did not need to say anymore, Jan entered
him as if he had been doing it for years. It felt
better to Gerry than any other fuck he had had since
his last partner and he had first got together. It did
not take Jan long to come.
Gerry held the boy in his arms while he recovered his
breathing. He then moved to a position between Jan's
legs and lifted the boy's legs over his shoulders. Jan
did not resist. He entered him and then pushed down to
kiss him. It was a long slow fuck that both clearly
enjoyed. Both were doing what their real natures
required. They slept in short bursts interspersed with
more kissing and touching. Jan fucked Gerry again.
In the showers in the morning Gerry was asked how the
boy had been. Gerry said "I think I need something for
my arse. It is so sore. He just kept at me." The boy
looked pleased and mouthed a silent 'Thank you'."
Gerry escaped that evening with Jan's help. He felt
like a heel, but his desire to wipe the smile off
Dirk's face overcame his reluctance to use Jan. He
knew Jan would suffer at the hands of the troop, but
rationalised that it was another part of his
education. Anyway he owed it to him for what he had
taught him the night before.
When he went to lunch, he found Jan eating alone. He
naturally joined him. While they ate he said, "Do you
know what I am doing here?" Jan said "Of course. You
are working on the communications project." "Not
entirely" said Gerry. "That is the public part of my
job. Headquarters have also given me a secret part.
They feel that some people are not taking security too
seriously and they want me to show up any problems.
Were you told I was trying to escape?" Jan nodded.
Gerry laughed. The Captain knows of my secret task and
is trying to make it as hard as possible for me to
fake an escape. He does not want his team shown up. He
is very proud of you all. And rightly so. But you know
the project is more important. We must all make it as
secure as possible. If I can get off the base I can
show the Captain where the problems are. And it will
also allow him to test his plans for recapturing me."
Gerry said that, as he wanted to find out if such
plans existed. Jan might be easily persuadable, but he
was not stupid. "The captain said you were not to be
told of those plans. How do you know about them?"
Gerry smiled benignly. "The Captain told me. He did
not tell me the details and you must not tell me the
details. It would not be a good test if I knew them.
But I know he has laid detailed plans, which he has
had you training on." The last part was a guess, but
proved to be a good guess.
Gerry went in for the kill. "If I can get away, I will
give the troop 24 hours to recapture me. That will be
a good test. If they can't I will just come back.
Either way there will be hell to pay, and no doubt I
will suffer in the showers. But the project will be
more secure. And even if I do suffer at the hands of
the other guys, I will not tell headquarters. I
promise. I only want to do this for the Captain and
for the team. Will you help me?" Gerry held his
breath. Jan nodded. "What should I do."
Gerry's plan was simple. He always believed that
simplicity was best. After dinner that evening, Jan
left the mess hall. He went to the front gate. He told
the two guards on duty that the Captain wanted his car
as he was going into small town 10 kilometres away.
Personal vehicles were kept in a separate area outside
the main compound but in view of the guardhouse. Jan
had done this before for the Captain and had a set of
keys. It was that that gave Gerry the idea. Gerry had
told Jan to chat for a few minutes with the guards,
which he did. He then went and got the car. Standard
procedure meant that the car was searched inside and
in the boot when it was brought in. After the search,
Jan drove the BMW in and turned it round pointing at
the guardhouse, supposedly for the captain to drive
out. Jan undid the boot lock from the inside and
stayed with the car. He was not nervous. The captain
would be pleased with him, and like the other guys or
a group of puppy dogs, he liked his master's praise.
Gerry excused himself to go to the canteen toilet. He
walked boldly, hoping he was not being watched.
Instead of going through the toilet door, he went
though the one next to it and into the kitchen. The
kitchen was empty. The cooks were playing poker with
the rest of the troop. Gerry ducked down behind the
open hatchway and crawled to the back door. It was not
locked, and he went out. He hid in the shadows. Jan
saw him and nodded.
Jan started the engine and put the headlights on full.
They shone right into the guardhouse, making it
difficult for them to see. Gerry raced to the car and
got in the boot pulling it shut behind him. In the
darkness this did not seem such a good idea as it had
when he conceived his plan. He felt the car move away
and learnt what a suitcase must feel like. The car
stopped at the gate. He could hear Jan speaking in
Dutch. He had been told to say that the Captain had
changed his mind and he was putting the car away
again. The crunch came. Procedures, Gerry had
observed, meant the car should be checked again. Gerry
was banking on the fact that they would not bother.
They had checked the car on the way in. It had
remained in their sight, and was only going back to
the car pound. Gerry later found out that they checked
the inside again but they left the boot alone.
Jan drove slowly towards the car pound, but instead of
going in drove straight on. Gerry had told him not to
race away when the barrier was up. In his current
delicate position he was glad he had. Jan had been
told only to accelerate away if it was clear that
someone had seen something wrong. Gerry had reasoned
that even if the guards saw Jan drive away they would
assume they had misunderstood what was happening.
Perhaps Jan was going into town for the Captain. There
was no reason for them to think there was anything
wrong. Gerry felt his disappearance from the canteen
would be what would cause the chase to begin.
A few minutes later the boot catch opened. Gerry got
out and went round to the driver's door and opened it.
He had no desire to make it any worse for Jan so he
said "Thanks. I will take it from here. You walk back
to base and report to the captain. Tell him everything
that happened as obviously I could not tell him the
details of my escape in advance." Gerry could see in
the glow given by the interior light that Jan looked
troubled. Jan said "No, that would spoil the test. You
said that the story was that you were a foreign agent
who had persuaded me to help you get off the base with
some secrets, either by bribing me or by holding my
parent's hostage or something similar. In either case,
I would not just go back. If the test is to be real it
must mean that the troops would have to find me as
well as you." Jan was taking his role very seriously.
Gerry knew his time was short and could not argue.
"Ok" he said "but we have lost some time, let's
hurry." He got into the other side of the car, and Jan
drove off at speed. Gerry looked at his watch. He
needed to know when the 24 hours were up. It was 8.05.
He had until 8.00 tomorrow to stay free in order to
really shaft Dirk in the only way that would truly
hurt him.
Gerry told Jan to drive into the small town nearest to
the base. He realised that they could not drive much
further and that they could not keep the car. The
police would be alerted to look out for it on the
sparsely populated roads. They left the car in a car
park near the centre, and went off on foot. Gerry's
plan had been to go the station and get the first
train or bus anywhere. He hoped they could not find
him in the time it took him to find a bus or train.
The delay and the fact that he had Jan with him meant
he had to change plans. He thought for a moment, and
then came up with what he felt was a perfect solution.
At 7.50 the next evening, he telephoned the base and
quickly got through to the captain. He said "I make it
you have 10 minutes in which to pick me up." He did
not hang up, he wanted to hear just how angry Dirk
was. "Where are you?" he shouted down the line,
although he could not really have expected a reply.
Gerry gave him the address. They arrived in a car at
8.04. Gerry and Jan heard the noise of the car as it
screeched to a halt. They went outside. "I make it
that you are 4 minutes late. But what is 4 minutes
among comrades" he said cheerfully. The two 'spies'
did not seem to be very popular with their 'comrades'
who did not speak to them. But then perhaps that had
been the Captain's orders. He would not want anyone
finding out the truth before he did. Gerry was sure
that he could then devise a good lie. They got into
the car and were driven back to the base.
Gerry and Jan were taken to Dirk's office. Gerry went
in while Jan waited outside. Gerry stood in front of
the desk trying to stand at ease like a good solider.
But to a professional - and Dirk, for everything else,
was a real professional soldier- he probably looked
very sloppy. Dirk did his silent watching routine
again. Eventually he said quietly "I know basically
how you did it, but how did you get Jan to help you?"
Gerry said, "I only did what you do. I told a big lie
and he believed me. It probably helped that we had
been fucking around the night before." Dirk said, "I
will kill the little shit." Gerry had clearly scored a
number of points for Dirk to publicly reveal his
anger. Gerry had not only escaped, but he had
undermined one of his loyal troops, and he had
disappeared in the Captains car. And he had come back
to taunt him having stayed free for 24 hours.
But he still wanted more. Gerry said, "I guess you can
do that, in which case I go and find another job. But
if you call Jan in and thank him for helping me
implement your plan" - he emphasised the your - "to
test security here, I will stay and complete the
project. You were right. I do enjoy it here." Dirk
looked at him again, realising that either way he was
a loser. He wanted to save some face. "And that is
your only price for finishing the project?" Gerry was
not about to let him save face. "Well as you will no
longer need to worry about my escaping " he paused and
added so as to rub salt into the wound "I have already
done that." Dirk gave him a venomous look. "As I will
not want to escape again, Jan can become my permanent
room mate and buddy. I need the exercise." Gerry tried
to keep the smirk off his face. But he did not try
very hard.
Others might think that the laugh Dirk gave was him
gracefully giving in. Gerry guessed that while the
laugh signalled that he was conceding this game, he
would continue the fight another day. He was sure that
the rest of the troop would be given careful
instructions by Dirk on what to do to Jan and him. But
even Dirk could not go too far as in his public lie
they would be heroes not villains. He guessed they
might be raped and be the main victims in the showers.
But he felt sure they would both be able to handle it.
He really had begun to enjoy being part of this
machismo team. And being a full part of the team meant
taking your punishment in good part. He thought he
would enjoy the punishment as well, until such time as
they turned on someone else.
"Same room. Two queers together, eh?" said Dirk. If
it was meant as a barb, it did not hurt, not least
because it was completely accurate. "Where did you
hide all this time. We checked all the buses that left
and there were no trains that left in the time you had
available. We searched every gay bar, club and sauna
in town. And then every straight bar and hotel in case
you were trying to be clever. I had a lot of people
looking for you." Gerry had not finished scoring
points. "Oh, I think we were quite clever" he said
emphasising the 'we'. "We only did what all your
soldiers do when they have some leave. We went to a
prostitute." He stopped, letting the realisation dawn.
"And did what?" Dirk asked. "What would two queers do?
We paid each of the girls who used the room for their
shift 500 guilders to have the time off. They were
happy, and we just sat behind the curtain playing
cards. It is a good job we played for match sticks,
they were all far too good for us."
Dirk called Jan in and said, "I have just been hearing
about the excellent job you did. You have my
gratitude. Thanks to you the project is now much
safer." Jan flushed with pride. Gerry would never tell
him the truth and Dirk certainly would not. 'Checking
the security' would become the official story, and
Gerry knew the Captain would even find a way to use
this rare defeat to increase his hold over his men.
Gerry might be able to win a game or two, but Dirk
would win in the end. But Dirk and Gerry would always
know the truth. It would be a secret between the two
of them, which Gerry was sure would nag at Dirk every
time he saw him. It somehow made the victory much
sweeter. But Gerry could not resist taking one more
point. "Sir, I would not ask for myself, but do you
not think that Jan here deserves to be promoted to
first class for his efforts?" Dirk blinked and said in
a monotone "You will both have your badges." As a
delighted Jan led the way out of the office, Gerry
heard him add, "It is about the only way I have left
to ensure that you both get the shafting you deserve."
Dirk had recovered already. Gerry had to admire him.